Only a child from the womb of a machine Harvested from tank like waking from a sleep Born with me, from the first breath that I take Know their mistakes A world that found redemption through a planet's dying lungs That witnessed all the fire that blotted out the sun Through the purge could it begin to be undone What they had done? There is no glory or greatness found here No tales of valiance or of courage over fear This is the fate of the deserving warzone fodder Those born with sin and live without honour By every passing day, the ranks grow ever thinner This as it should be, here, corpses are the winners Survival of the fittest, our deaths have been assigned And I choose mine I inherit sins from those who came before Our cursed bloodlines, tainted to the core From this dead world, the lessons we have learned: There exists salvation in the cogs and bolts of war I know nothing of the trenches I am to die on Nothing of the causes that I'm born to fight for Only that redemption lies in breaking opposition I'll never pause in obtaining exoneration! Not like the masses who live their life in gain I am disillusioned Arms wide open, we embrace our fate My life for absolution We stride to hell unflinching we do not hesitate No survival instincts; only faith, innate Through our pile of corpses, triumph we shall gain While our cannons rain fire, make the earth quake Marching to the trenches, then charging to demise Nothing but gasmask and lasgun to utilize I am expendable, a tool for His plans To kill as is needed and to die as He demands Advance upon the battlements and win this through my blood A war of attrition To hinder their progress as my carcass rots in mud A suicide mission To bear the curse of life that must seek vindication Was not my decision As I step forward, I feel no hesitation Amongst my division Just a mere child, born and trained in a flash Raised as a brushstroke in His portrait of ash I am expendable a tool for His plans To kill as is needed and to die as He demands The signal was given, from the trenches we dash I see bodies scatter and spread as forces clash My blood drips to the soil in a ruby splash Am I forgiven? did I find redemption, at last? In an endless cycle, l am a nameless link The millions from before gone, too, in a blink Those who'll come after shall earn the same stigmas May the mountains of our corpses earn a scrap of His forgiveness
